I tell ya folks, for the past 2 weeks my life has been miserable. Nope, wasn’t the big ‘ol infected mass of crap taken from my back, not the fact that hand aches every cold morning since I broke it, not even the fact I haven’t been able to work out for nearly 6 months.
No folks, it was something far, far worse.
See, in my life nothing really happens to incur my vitriol or wrath very often. In fact I’m quite laid back.
So when I lost my goddamned debit card 2 weeks ago, the wait has been excruciating. I try not to depend on technology very often, but the Debit card is one of those wonderful things which has truly become a boon to my lifestyle.
I hate credit cards, the company which I have mine with are a bunch of jerks, and if it wasn’t for the fact I haven’t missed a payment in 5 years and they’ve given me a big fat credit line (both things which contribute positively to a credit score which will enable me to get a house soon) I would have cut the damned thing up years ago.
Not having a debit card has forced me to use the card these dopes gave me for convenience purchases, and otherwise have to either write myself a check or fill out a withdrawal slip at one of my bank’s local branches.
It’s funny how using this little bit of plastic through its convenience has become an invaluable part of my day to day life. I almost don’t even want to take it out of the envelope now, all new and shiny. I just know the second I activate it the timer starts until I lose it again. Bah!